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The other day I was cycling to work and there was a huge storm over the city but behind me was sunshine and blue sky. This double effect was creating a startling reflection of bright blue in the glass of the buildings against the dramatic storm backdrop. It took my breath away and I had to draw the memory. I’ve been working out in my head for days now how I was going to do it and finally I decided the best way to portrait the glorious sight!
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i developed a few rolls of film
after coming back home
from my perfectly staged travel
with you,
and you enjoyed your stay, i am sure,
my most favorite ones were the ones
where you smiled,
and the ones where I smiled seeing you smile
and the ones where you look at me as I smile
and the ones where we smiled at each other.
it reminded me of us
as we got together,
of the stages of you and I, if i must
from the castles to the shambles
from all to the none of us.
you rremember when you were passing down the maple street
in black joggers
red sneakers
trying to be discreet
and you smiled and oh,
it was a memory
i have thought about for nights,
that's how you moved in my head
i am guessing
i wasnt sure if you were just a guest
or if i uad brought home a treasure
it was after that
even on my saddest days
your smiling memory would cheer me up
as if your sparkle eyes
have made a way in to my nerves
and all this beauty was all I could see,
all i could unturn
and how you saw me smiling
and you didn't even it was you
and you stepped into my life,
starting
from my rock-hard mind
then into my glass-soft heart
and finally into my concrete life
and how we talked
for days
to keep the smile trail going
and how we found it
so profusely comfortable
to be stuck in this maze
and how we thought there was no way out
and we were blessed
to be in this ironical,
abominable,
seventh cloud
and we seemed to have crossed all the layers
all the fold
so up high in the sky,
there was no hold
of us, at all
in the distance so vast
but then it rained
and oh,
alas
it rained cats and dogs
it rained hearts and cracks
it rained smiles and broken lips
it rained us
it rained us all apart,
and after these tsunami waves in our lives
of this dubious rainfall pattern,
we somehow learned to smile again
not for
not because of
but at least at each other.
mariyam

do you know what lovers do,
on every new day with sun so bright
or on darkest nights
with no sign of the light,
they sit,
and their eyes shine,
they always have a tale
a poetry inside.
do you know,
us lovers, have a beautiful mind,
with knowledge of the world
not from opinions
or perspectives we find,
but from stories we saw,
and the stories we write.
it sounds romantic
to be a lover
to have your heart out all the time,
but that way,
it has to survive on it's own,
it can't, you know
like a cat who has lived at home all its life,
like a bird which has forgotten the sky
and once out of its cage,
it is only a matter of time,
like that bird,
our hearts witness so much crime
we lovers,
we have a hard way to find.
on nights alone
I have films running on my mind
of my hands in your hair
and your hands wrapped,
360°
around this waist of mine,
and the mornings of these nights
don't come as a pleasant surprise
for I remember sleeping in the warmth of you
and I wake up to the coldest eyes.
the eyes of my own,
that I have always put on a smile
the eyes of mine
which are tired of working all these miles
everyday
and for everyone,
as my love isn't there to hide
for us lovers have a hard time
sitting aside,
for us lovers have a hard time
putting ourselves first,
or loving ourselves, (instead of the movies we make)
when we fall asleep,
every night.
mariyam

"You know Nura, they will tell you about time
a lot about it,
they will write books on it,
and draw formulas
they will think about it
they will let time pass as they try to figure it out
and you see, that's how it tricks us,
the time. it tricks us.
you're only little, you've a lot of time with you from now till your forever
and I wish for you to not let it trick you.
they will teach you about time.
all about it.
especially how it heals everything,
from a broken heart, to a tired soul.
I am 45 now,
45 years or
16,436 days old
that's a lot of time and not even a single second of it was to heal me,
not a single second of it served as my friend.
they will say 'give it time Nura'
constantly,
and I hope you know that you need to give a lot more
to get over anything,
to get past anything,
you'll need to give so much more than time.
days after your first heartbreak will be hard
you'll cry, you'll hurt,
and you'll talk to people
they'll ask you to take the backseat and let the time do its thing
you know what thing time does?
it passes,
and that's it. that's all.
so on this mother's day,
i want to tell you that don't ever sit
and waste time figuring out time,
don't waste time thinking about how much more time,
from the very first second, you need to build a change
a change to help you get better,
time will come and it will go
it won't stop and hold your hand
and if that's all you keep waiting for in your toughest times
then that's all you'll be doing till your last breath
I am 45 Nura,
and all I wish is my time back,
the one they promised will fix me but it didn't
and I don't want you to waste time thinking about the past, the time you let go
I want you to work on yourself every second
I want you to know time isn't the magic,
you are." mariyam

there's a bunch of teenagers
sipping coffee
or tea
just black,
with no sugar,
to make them last,
at 6 in the morning
in the back of their cars
that drive so fucking fast
they sit and talk
as they move on to their
first puff of a cigarette
that keeps them alive
and I haven't seen anything this ironical
ever in my life.
I wish I could hold their hands
and I wish I could talk
but what will say to souls that have left
for a new world,
that isn't so dark
and even if I don't admit it that often
I am surely just one of them,
with milk in my coffee,
still no sugar,
and a curled up blanket
with old cassettes that keep me happy
keep me from crying, that's all I've figured
I don't want to blame it on the climate change
or the change of the hearts
but nothing will make it untrue
that we are a generation of
black coffee,
intoxicated minds,
and an ungrateful past
there's a bunch of 20-years-olds
right behind the park,
adults, I must call them,
but that doesn't change them
even by half,
from 6 a.m. it's now 8
and from car seats,
it's now cubicles
if you ask them "would you like some tea?"
they'll say yes
and walk to a balcony,
with hands clenched up
in tight wrists,
that sweat even in cold
and they open to reveal
a smoke, a joint,
that's all they have learned to hold
I wish I could place my hand
instead of these things,
and my words instead of the smoke
but what will I say to the souls
that couldn't find
a happier, newer world,
I don't want to blame it on someone,
simply because I cannot,
we have come so far
from a lot of things,
but still live at a war
is it a human thing? or
is it just in the air?
do we just accept now
that we need to keep our brains
zoned out
to feel that life is only fair.
mariyam